Translator: Vesper

  Ning Meng Yao thought about it carefully and felt that Qiao Tian Chang was right, so she nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s not care about her anymore. Just let her do whatever she likes.”


  “Yes, that’s the way.”


  The next morning, Qiao Tian Chang and Ning Meng Yao saw Feng Xiao whose face was pale. He had eaten the antidote after returning home last night, but the pain from detoxification made him want to kill himself.

  Qiao Tian Chang looked at Feng Xiao’s weak expression and asked, “Are you detoxified?”


  Feng Xiao nodded and replied, “Yeah, I don’t want that kind of a thing to stay in my body. It’s very uncomfortable.”


  Qiao Tian Chang agreed, “Go and take a good rest.”


  “There’s no need.”


  Situ Xuan and the rest came over and spotted Feng Xiao. She took a glance at him confusedly, then she said, “Wei Luo has left. Yao’er, this is the letter she left for you.”


  Ning Meng Yao was shocked, she had a bad feeling about it.

  She glanced at the letter in Situ Xuan’s hand. Then, she looked at Feng Xiao’s somber expression and reached out to take the letter. The letter was about Feng’er. She wanted Ning Meng Yao and Qiao Tian Chang to take care of him. As for her and Feng Xiao, they could not be together.

  Ning Meng Yao frowned when she read the letter, then she turned to Feng Xiao and said, “She’s gone.”


  “Why? What did you guys talk about after I left yesterday?” Feng Xiao uttered through gritted teeth.

  That woman had been missing for so long. Now, she dared to run away again. She really needed a good beating.

  Ning Meng Yao thought for a moment, before looking at Feng Xiao, then finally decided to tell him the truth. “Do you know that Wei Luo is a prophet?”


  Feng Xiao froze, then nodded. “I know.”


  “The life expectancy of a prophet is not very long. For a powerful person like Wei Luo, they can’t live for more than 35 years old, and Wei Luo is already 34 years old.”


  Feng Xiao’s expression changed as he stared at Ning Meng Yao and asked, “You mean because she knows that she can’t live for long, she has rejected me all this time? And the other things she said about liking someone else was all fake?” Feng Xiao was still somewhat unable to accept this.

  Ning Meng Yao nodded. “I think so.”


  “That darned woman.” Feng Xiao’s expression was turning very ugly.

  Ning Meng Yao looked at Qiao Tian Chang, asking him if they should tell Feng Xiao about Feng’er.

  After Qiao Tian Chang nodded his head, Ning Meng Yao coughed and spoke to Feng Xiao, whose face was black with anger, “I have one more thing to tell you.”


  “What is it?” At this time, Feng Xiao was still thinking about how to get that darned woman back and teach her a lesson, so he missed the interaction between Ning Meng Yao and her husband.

  “Erm, Feng’er is your son. He has your looks.”


  Feng Xiao was stunned. He looked up at Ning Meng Yao, and asked, “What did you say?” He knew Feng’er was Wei Luo’s son, and that he was being raised by Ning Meng Yao and the others now, and that his name was Qiao Mo Feng.

  “Feng’er is your son,” Ning Meng Yao said once more.

  Feng Xiao’s face was not as simple as looking dark now. The aura coming from his body forced Situ Xuan, the weakest among them, to take a step back. The stone table on the side could not bear such pressure and it looked as if it would break into small pieces.

  No wonder. No wonder she had suddenly disappeared when the two of them were together at the beginning. So this was the reason. She left because she was pregnant. She actually lied to him, saying that the child’s father was dead. Was she cursing him to die?

  Feng Xiao’s face was as dark as the bottom of a burnt pot thinking about this.

  Ning Meng Yao looked at Feng Xiao and asked with some worry, “Are, are you okay?”


  Feng Xiao gritted his teeth and replied, “What else can I do? I’m fine.”


  Ning Meng Yao looked down. Ah, this man was really scary.

  “I’m not following you guys anymore. That woman, ugh, she really should be dead.” Having said that, he turned and left.

  When he was out of the yard, Ning Meng Yao and the rest heard Feng Xiao ordering his people to find out where Wei Luo was, no matter what.

  Ning Meng Yao shrugged, and mourned for Wei Luo for a bit.

  “Hopefully, things will not be too bad after they find Wei Luo,” Ning Meng Yao said gloatingly.

  She was really relieved to throw this problem back to them. Now everything was alright, eh? It was their problem now.

  Ning Meng Yao could not help but think about Wei Luo’s consequences when she thought of Feng Xiao’s blackened face.